vulnerable, grounded, emotionally open without being heavy.

Lately, I feel like I’m standing in the middle of something.
Not the beginning. Not the end.
Just… the in-between.

I don’t fully recognize who I used to be anymore — the way I thought, the way I reacted, the things I wanted so badly.
But I also don’t feel fully connected to who I’m becoming yet.

It’s uncomfortable.
It feels like being in a waiting room with no clock.
Like life is buffering.

chaotic honesty, emotional self-drag, reflective spiral with a hint of delusion.

You ever realize your whole personality is just... goals?Like if someone took away your “5-year plan” or your need to be successful or productive or whatever — there’d be nothing left but... vibes and caffeine? This episode is a half-chaotic, half-sincere ramble about tying your self-worth to your ambition and suddenly realizing: “Oh. I don’t even know who I am without something to chase.” It’s not a meltdown. It’s just that weird space between burnout and reinvention.

This episode is for the people who used to be open — but now feel a little closed. The ones who still want connection, but struggle to let anyone in. The ones who say “I’m just tired” instead of “I’m scared to get close again.” It’s not that you don’t care.

This episode would explore the quiet numbness and dissociation that a lot of people feel in their day-to-day lives especially in a world where overstimulation, burnout, and digital escapism are the norm. It’s about those moments when life feels like a movie you're watching instead of living… or when even good things start to feel flat, distant, or disconnected.

Ever feel like you constantly want to hit the reset button? New job, new friends, new city, new aesthetic, new identity... You’re not alone.

We talk so much about wanting peace — craving it, chasing it, manifesting it.
But what happens when you finally get it... and it doesn’t feel how you imagined?

This episode is a letter to the people we’ve been — the ones we buried, edited, or erased just to be more palatable.

This one’s for the person who gave too much and got just enough to stay hopeful. For the kind souls who love deeply, even when they’re met with silence. For the people who convince themselves that crumbs are enough, Because the idea of walking away hurts more than being invisible.